Dazed, she reached up to wipe away her tears but was slapped away. Turning her face aside, she frantically dabbed at her eyes, feigning nonchalance with her excuse, "I'm not crying. An eyelash must have gotten into my eye, it's stinging."
Li Yeqi's lips pressed into a thin line, he reached out to cup her chin, turning her face toward him, his voice growing even deeper, "Let me take a look."
Yan Luoxi: "..."
The man's chiseled features loomed larger before her until they stopped just above her face, and she looked up at him, tracing the outlines of his jaw.
His gentle fingertips lingered on her eyelids as he closely examined her upper and lower lids, finding no trace of the alleged eyelash, only eyes a raw web of red blood vessels, painfully moving.
Bowing his head, he sighed softly, "Don't cry. It was my fault last night. I shouldn't have left you alone in the rain."
